Talking Shxt
(That's ok Peter)
Think this is just a song but naw this shit the truth
Rest in peace to lil dude had to show him he wasn't bulletproof
I got four five Glocks up in my name my gun collection insane
My momma don't like guns didn't know my dad so I don't know who to blame
I give everyone enough rope just to see how fast they hang
If they thinking about taking me out just know I'm going out with a bang
I don't need no one to push behind me I'm done asking kindly
Foot up to the rap game's door and kick it down here's Johnny
I don't regret nothing that I did just wish it would've turned out different
Like kicking up all that dust just to fuck on ran down bitches
Why it couldn't be about the money or about other niggas snitching
All I know is bros come before the hoes or maybe I'm different
All I know is when it comes down to the family I'm set tripping
Don't matter how solid you is that Drac will leave you RIPing
If you don't die then for sure you'll need a blue tag like you cripping
I don't mean no disrespect but turn that gangster shit down quickly
I don't plan to rekindle relationships it is what is was
Thought you could've trust him off the strength just cause he your blood
Giving to him no questions asked straight up off the love
Whole time he waiting to bite you ain't that what a snake does (God damn)
Got to watch everyone I'm going insane
I just want the money not the fame
Plan on leaving the same way I came (Damn)
And if you trust him you a fool
Just make sure you keep that tool
And make sure that bitch get used
I cut off anything I feel that's a distraction
Just know I'm packing and I'm all about that action
On the way to save the kids even running backwards
And if a man don't take care of his business he a coward
If your son ain't got no guidance what he suppose to do
Why you listen to other men like they be schooling you
I know that banging in your twenties yea that shit was cool
But that shit get old someone's misinforming you
I'd pay cash for a cow if the milk turns to money
Join Beyonce's beehive if she producing honey
Vice grip hands you can't take nothing from me
If she swallow the only way my semen get in her stomach
I'm just talking shit don't know what to call this bitch
They know I get it on but lately I've been celibate
But not from getting pussy staying away from bullshit
Homie got cut off the roster because he counterfeit (Boe)
Think this is just a song but naw this shit the truth
Rest in peace to lil dude had to show him he wasn't bulletproof
I got four five Glocks up in my name my gun collection insane
My momma don't like guns didn't know my dad so I don't know who to blame
I give everyone enough rope just to see how fast they hang
If they thinking about taking me out just know I'm going out with a bang
I don't need no one to push behind me I'm done asking kindly
Foot up to the rap game's door and kick it down here's Johnny
I don't regret nothing that I did just wish it would've turned out different
Like kicking up all that dust just to fuck on ran down bitches
Why it couldn't be about the money or about other niggas snitching
All I know is bros come before the hoes or maybe I'm different
All I know is when it comes down to the family I'm set tripping
Don't matter how solid you is that Drac will leave you RIPing
If you don't die then for sure you'll need a blue tag like you cripping
I don't mean no disrespect but turn that gangster shit down quickly
I don't plan to rekindle relationships it is what is was
Thought you could've trust him off the strength just cause he your blood
Giving to him no questions asked straight up off the love
Whole time he waiting to bite you ain't that what a snake does (God damn)
Got to watch everyone I'm going insane
I just want the money not the fame
Plan on leaving the same way I came (Damn)
And if you trust him you a fool
Just make sure you keep that tool
And make sure that bitch get used
I cut off anything I feel that's a distraction
Just know I'm packing and I'm all about that action
On the way to save the kids even running backwards
And if a man don't take care of his business he a coward
If your son ain't got no guidance what he suppose to do
Why you listen to other men like they be schooling you
I know that banging in your twenties yea that shit was cool
But that shit get old someone's misinforming you
I'd pay cash for a cow if the milk turns to money
Join Beyonce's beehive if she producing honey
Vice grip hands you can't take nothing from me
If she swallow the only way my semen get in her stomach
I'm just talking shit don't know what to call this bitch
They know I get it on but lately I've been celibate
But not from getting pussy staying away from bullshit
Homie got cut off the roster because he counterfeit (Boe)
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Writer(s): Vernon Jones
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